The Malkavian part 1 perfect version

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Nathan
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I think I got this down to its final form but I guess I might make changes in another few years. I am at this moment though extremely satisfied with it. I am posting this and the second one because I am currently working on part three and hope to have it posted in the upcoming weeks if I can. sometimes it takes me years to finish a poem even if I want to finish it sooner. sadly I cannot change the font so the letters are slightly smaller so they fit in the box right. also I'm not sure I did a good enough job describing buddy. he is one of those toy drinking birds that just bob up and down if there is water.

The Malkavian part 1 perfect version

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented
Drained and defeated, his family finally retreated
Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming
The doctors sent in spoke of hope and healing
The drugs they administered only made him more demented
Cemented is the feeling that his life is just an echo
Of an endless, timeless, all-consuming screaming
His best friend is a disproportioned bird, appropriately named buddy
Whose monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being
Though not potent enough to stop, the persistent pounding of the screaming
Often he stares into the emptiness of nothingness, contemplating the beauty
of its existence
Only to find his mind is drowning in a confounding conundrum he can’t quite
define
It’s hard to be philosophical when your mental testicles have fallen to the proper
level
So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters
Madmen mask madness in the meticulous mastery of mindless tasks
Buddy was telling a troubling tale, of a dragon drunk off of some dwarven ale
Who through two days, threw up flames and burnt down the tavern and town
When the door to his room opened with a plume of plum perfume
In stepped an inept and unkempt nurse named Nancy
Her green eyes and fiery red hair caused his heart to flutter and flair with fancy
She had quite the quiet voice and was quick to trip over her own two feet
A bit naïve, she would easily believe anything she had heard or seen
He knew he would make her his, no matter the time nor energy
It was easy for him to pretend to be prim and proper
Just a mask to don in order to dupe his doctor
Circumventing the system that couldn’t save him
He was as he always had been and would be
In constant pain and agony with no desire for sympathy
Just in need of some freedom from his prison and medication
Meditation and mantras had given him the sentiment of a design
On how to inhibit the screaming, and maybe even end it
Four years plotting and planning the perfect moment of promise
A fire formed from a single flamed fueled from an accelerant
It raced through the halls, up the walls, over the ceiling, killing all the residents
Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what felt like an instant
Such little time to search through the bodies, looking for a single person
He found her on the fourth clinging to the bathroom faucet
He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of Nurse Nancy
To his amazed mind, he was astonished to find, the screaming was silenced
just a note I cannot reduce the font so the lines fit without overlapping as they
do in stanza two

This is my Favorite form Nathan, ALLITERATION, HEY, reading this, has me wanting more. Miss you, and your poetry. If I did not know any better, I'd think you have a twisted side. :) I'm only saying, cause you're so sweet on the outside, yet, who knows how twisted on the inside. hahaha Coming from me, after reading this all over again. I kind of feel, as if this is all a dream, and next to me, will be your burnt corpse. Hold up, wait a minute, you're too far, and all your lines are overlapping, and it makes your poem look, soft and sane. Come on, write to the soup, and request them to fix it. By removing the ads... hehehe!